Erotic Caress
~Shannon Pearce~
A Beau to Beau Erotic Romance
Copyright 2010-08-30: Beau to Beau Books
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Included in: Erotic Caress
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. Erotic Caress
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Intro:
Jeremy’s new job is going to be a breeze. He is meeting a new customer today who is paying him five hundred dollars a week to maintain his massive lawn and his beautiful pool. Jeremy has no idea that this is the man who frequented the candy store where he had worked last summer. The man does not look like that guy. It does not take Jeremy long to become swept up in this man’s world and by this man’s charm.
Book Content:
Jeremy was right on time this morning to mow the luscious green lawn of Mr. Yardlow. Mr. Yardlow was a new customer to Jeremy, and Jeremy had never been to one of the houses on the hill, but if the front of Mr. Yardlow’s house was any indication of what the other houses on the hill were like, Jeremy would move in immediately if given half a chance.
“Come in, Jeremy. It’s good to see an enterprising young man such as yourself these days.” Jeremy shook Mr. Yardlow’s hand, and followed him into his house. “As you can see, I don’t have much of a front lawn. The most impressive part of the property is in the back.” Mr. Yardlow led Jeremy to the back of the house. From the family room, Jeremy could see the entire back yard. “It’s very impressive, sir.” “Thank you, Jeremy. A man works hard to get where I am. The yard is tough to mow, though, because of its sharp incline. Hope you don’t mind.” No, Jeremy didn’t mind. The man was paying him five hundred dollars a week to take care of his lawn and his pool. Jeremy had assumed that there was something wrong with Mr. Yardlow because he had offered to pay such an obscene amount of money, but the man seemed normal enough to Jeremy. The guy probably just makes so much money that he is out of touch with the regular people, Jeremy decided. “I’ll be working upstairs, Jeremy. Feel free to come and go as you please. Help yourself to whatever you like in the frig.” Jeremy thanked Mr. Yardlow, and watched as the man left the room. Mr. Yardlow wasn’t bad looking for an older man, and he had a nice body, too, for a man whose maturity was much greater than that of Jeremy.
Jeremy helped himself to a can of soda, and opened the door to the garage. “Cool, a riding mower. Piece of cake.” This was going to be the easiest job that Jeremy ever had. Jeremy had the front lawn mowed in fifteen minutes. “Time to tackle the back,” he said, and revved the motor of what Jeremy pretended was a race car. He started down the sharp incline, and quickly hit the brake. “Damn. That was cool. I nearly rolled the damned thing.” The back yard was fenced, so Jeremy couldn’t see how big the neighbors’ yards were, but he guessed them to be about the same size as Mr. Yardlow’s lawn.
Once Jeremy had reached the bottom of the hill, he looked up to see what he guessed to be about the size of a football field that was Mr. Yardlow’s back yard. Jeremy was already getting hot, so he pulled his shirt off. “Okay, now we go up the hill.” The mower clearly did not like sharp inclines, and it was a slow trek to the top of the hill. Jeremy looked all the way down to the bottom of the hill where he had just been. “Now I know why Mr. Yardlow offered such an exorbitant amount of money.”
When Jeremy had completed close to half of Mr. Yardlow’s back yard, he went back into the house for another drink. “Oh, hi, Mr. Yardlow. I just came in for another soda.” “Let me get it for you, Jeremy,” he said. “I think Mr. Yardlow is a bit formal, don’t you, Jeremy?” “Uh, I guess so.” Jeremy gulped his soda. “Well, it is, Jeremy. Call me Harley,” he said. Jeremy nodded, wondering if Harley was really the man’s name. He didn’t look like a Harley. He looked more like a Charles or a John, at least to Jeremy. Harley would be a name for a free spirit, or someone who was a little wild, and Mr. Yardlow seemed like neither to Jeremy. “How old are you, Jeremy?” “Nineteen. I’ll be twenty next month.” “Well, I’m thirty-eight. You think we can still be friends?” Jeremy smiled. Mr. Yardlow wasn’t as “old school” as Jeremy had thought. In fact, Jeremy thought that Mr. Yardlow seemed kinda cool. “So, you’re in college, Jeremy?” “Yes, sir.” “What do you think of my latest invention?” Jeremy just stared at Harley. He had no idea what business the man was in or what his latest invention had been. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with it, sir.” “It’s Harley, remember?” Jeremy smiled. “Manny’s Choco-lattes is my business.” “Oh, I didn’t know that. Sure, I love the chocolates. Coffee is good there, too. You run the stores around here?” Harley grinned. “I own the entire business, Jeremy. I have stores all over the world.” Jeremy gulped. He had no idea that Mr. Yardlow was that guy. “Of course, this is home. It all started just a few miles from here, in Grandma’s kitchen. Few would guess that this tiny little town was the birthplace of such a thriving mega business.” “I didn’t know it,” Jeremy admitted. “Why don’t you take a break and come downtown with me. I’ll give you the full tour.” “Sure. I should probably clean up first.” Jeremy looked down at his sweaty chest. “Of course. Come with me.”